Got the sniffles...

Ok, make that the worst cold I've ever had in my life. Yuck! Brian and I have been so miserable and I'm so glad that Iain is still in my tummy. I'm sure he doesn't feel good either (but I'm still feeling plenty of little kicks!) but at least I don't have to watch the poor thing gasping for air and being torn apart by coughing fits. Both Brian and I are finally on antibiotics (I swear you have to be on death's door before the doctor will do anything-- and then they want to know why you are so sick). We are both very slowly recovering. I still have no voice, but at least I feel well enough to sit up for a little while. I've been taking Tylenol to keep my fever down (anything over 101 is dangerous when you're pregnant), but I think it finally really broke early this morning. I'm so thankful! I've spent some good time in prayer during this sickness, and I just can't believe how much God has blessed me. He is so good and kind to me. I started working on Iain's baby book this morning, and that has been a lot of fun and source of praise and admiration to God. I'm not putting the infertility saga in there, but I am including the embryo adoption and all the prayer that went into that. I've printed off a lot of e-mails from friends on pretty paper and I'm putting those in there, so Iain can see why we call him "the most prayed-for baby ever". Anyway, I'm sorry this is such a boring, rambly post, but I'm blame it on the fog that is still lingering in my brain. All I can say is, God is good!